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Sale On At The Dervish Store

It’s not hard to sound enlightened:the words and gaze and faraway smileare only a YouTube tutorial away.It’s easy to wear a wrap around my headdrape robes to the floorswish them defiantly and listenfor heads turningwhispers vindicating my battle.It’s such fun to dress up holy. There’salways a sale on at the dervish storethe perfect hat for him, and elegantísimoscarves for her, tied just right for this era’sseason. And sighing at the woes of women’s work is free; duties of motherhood,bleaching communal kitchens, cleaning grandma’sbedsores – all of that is cheap! Nice work if youcan get it but this path is not aboutwhat you can get.It’s simplicity itself to bowto press my brow into the grounda metronome of form and swaybut what’s hard is the shudderand the flood that inundates the matwhen it isn’t all about being looked atwhen the urgency of living in truthcomes surging in like an unwanted guestand stares me into tears.It’s not enough simply to brush past all those heathens in the frozen aisle with your turban so high toweringto dedicate your days to prayingwhile your partner has to pick up all the billsto lecture all the world on all their faultswhile you gaze at a mirror that appearsso polished. That is not this path. That’s just another fetish of a frock, only this timea sanctioned length, a humble cut;it is Milan for monks, catwalks for castawayswho are too caught up in the cloth to rush to the bottle that brings them hope or grief or anything as long as it isreal. That is the hardest part of the hardest pathbut it makesall the restturn to dust.